Chapter 12: He Is Just a Little Pawn Implicated

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How others practice martial arts, Chen Guanlou didn't know. He had always been practicing according to his own rhythm.

The "Heavenly Zen Treasure Art" had minor success, and when used in conjunction with "Thousands of Changes," soon, a rough man in his thirties appeared in the mirror.

Chen Guanlou stared at the new image in the mirror; his facial features and face shape had all been changed—a brand-new look. Not to mention people who weren't familiar with him wouldn't recognize him, even his elder sister Chen Xiaolan wouldn't recognize him if she stood in front of him.

Opening his mouth to speak, the change in bones and muscles also brought about a change in his voice. It was simply pleasantly surprising.

Without delay, he put on night clothes, put on a headgear, and secretly climbed over the courtyard wall.

He had long since inquired clearly that Zhang Wantong had a lover who lived in Anzi Alley. When he wasn't on duty at night, he always stayed at his lover's house.

Arriving at the destination, he squatted on the roof. Listening to the movement, after the people in the house were all sound asleep, he jumped off the roof.

Having martial arts was different; before, he wouldn't dare to jump off the roof casually, fearing he would bump or knock himself, and even more fearing he wouldn't die but would break his hands and feet—he was just cherishing his life. Now, that distance from the roof to the ground was nothing in his eyes; a light jump, landing easily, without even a sound.

*Hehe*, he was also a person with martial arts now. It's just that he didn't know what level he was at, and how much of a gap there was compared to a First Rank warrior.

Blowing a mouthful of incense into the house, after waiting for half a cup of tea, he walked in generously, carried Zhang Wantong on his shoulder, and walked out.

A basin of cold water splashed on his face, and Zhang Wantong woke up from his muddled state, then found himself tied to a chair, surrounded by pitch black, with only a candle in front of him.

He had been kidnapped!

What kind of place was this?

What kind of person kidnapped him?

Plotting money? Plotting life?

He was trembling and looking around, but he couldn't see anything.

He stammered in panic, "Which hero's path? I have money! My family has silver buried in the cellar. Please, hero, raise your hand and don't kill me. After this, I will definitely not pursue it, and I won't spit out a word."

"What did you do?"

"What?" Suddenly hearing a voice, Zhang Wantong was both pleasantly surprised and terrified—pleasantly surprised that he was indeed kidnapped, and since the other party was willing to talk, there was room for a deal. Terrified that the other party had been hiding in the dark without showing his face, and asked a baffling question; for a moment, he couldn't figure it out. He was also worried about saying the wrong thing and angering the other party.

"Hero, what are you referring to? There are too many things; please, hero, point out a clear path, and this little one will definitely know everything and say everything." Zhang Wantong was both sycophantic and panicked, his eyeballs drifting around, but he didn't see the person who kidnapped him.

"Why did Jiang Wannian die?"

"You mean Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang! What is your relationship with him?"

"Say one more word, and I'll make you die!" Chen Guanlou, disguised as a kidnapper, spat out the most powerful words.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wantong was indeed honest, not daring to speculate wildly, and even didn't dare to let his eyes drift around.

"Hero, I am wronged! Jiang Wannian's death has nothing to do with me; it's that the superiors wanted to find someone to take the blame, and it just so happened that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang seemed to know something, and then he drowned. I know Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang died very unjustly, but I am just a small prison guard, without power or influence, and I really don't know the inside story."

"Nothing to do with you, don't know? Heard people say you've been very busy recently, and have time to report people and stir up trouble." The kidnapper smiled but not smiled, revealing a certainty that everything was under control, as well as coldness and cruelty. It seemed that in the next second, he would end him with a knife.

Zhang Wantong shuddered, and then began to cry out for injustice. "It's not me; I don't want to either, but I'm just following orders."

"Let's hear it." The kidnapper seemed very interested.

"Yes, yes, yes! Jiang Wannian died, and the position of Jiang Jiang Yucheng became vacant. Several prison clerks all wanted to advance. Especially Xu Fugui and Prison Clerk Zhang—both are old qualifications with many connections. However, they didn't know that Prison Clerk Wan was also eyeing the position of Jiang Jiang Yucheng. Although Prison Clerk Wan's qualifications were shallow, he was said to have a big backer behind him—the kind that couldn't be offended. Prison Clerk Wan found me and asked me to find a way to stir up the situation, create some trouble for Xu Fugui and Prison Clerk Zhang, and make both sides fight."

"The snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains!"

He didn't expect Prison Clerk Wan's scheming to be so deep.

"How did you do it?" The kidnapper's tone suddenly became gloomy.

"I specifically found some trouble for Xu Fugui, and then specifically came into close contact with Prison Clerk Zhang. Xu Fugui indeed determined that Prison Clerk Zhang was playing tricks and wanted to frame him. Now the two of them have already started fighting."

"What trouble did you find for Xu Fugui?"

"The people in his hands aren't very clean; poking it at this time is enough for him to drink a pot. Another thing is that his accounts were already problematic, especially the fact that several prisoners suddenly died in the prison last year."

"Heard he has a new guy in his hands, also not clean?"

"The hero even knows this matter; you wouldn't be..."

"Want to die?"

"Hero, spare my life; I'll say, I'll say." Under the eaves, one must lower one's head. To save his life, Zhang Wantong spat out everything.

"That new guy doesn't know anything; he's just a filler—it doesn't matter if he's there or not. Who told him to mix with Xu Fugui? Xu Fugui offended someone's eyes, so everyone under his hands has to be unlucky."

These words were indeed not wrong.

Following the wrong boss—the boss is unlucky, and the little brother still wants to stay out of it and retreat completely? That's self-deception.

Chen Guanlou finally figured out the reason Zhang Wantong targeted him. *Teme* of it, it was typically the city gate catching fire and implicating the fish in the moat. He was just an innocent fish implicated. A small Heavenly Prison, a position of Jiang Jiang Yucheng—the superiors hadn't leaked the news yet, but the people below were already fighting to the death. Small people fought so cruelly; when the big figures above fought, wouldn't it turn the world upside down? It was impossible to imagine big figures fighting, how many innocent fish would be implicated, and how many people would die.

Small people live humbly, not even having the qualification to say "no."

"What benefits did Prison Clerk Wan give you to make you help him without sparing any effort?"

Zhang Wantong actually hesitated, rarely twisting.

Chen Guanlou slapped his chest directly with a board, almost breaking his ribs.

"Want to die, I'll fulfill you."

"I'll say, I'll say!" Zhang Wantong gasped for air, feeling his heart and lungs were about to be shattered, and every word he said made his heart ache. "Prison Clerk Wan promised me that after the matter is done, he will promote me to his position and let me manage the Jia-character prison."

This pancake was truly fragrant!

No wonder Zhang Wantong took the bait.

Prison guard is a lowly trade, earning little money and being looked down upon, and the working environment is also not good. Squeezing some oil and water is also scolded as black-hearted and rotten-gutted. Sometimes, they have to take on the work of torture and interrogation. In short, it is dirty, smelly, and lowly.

If there is any chance, prison guards all want to jump out and find another way.

Chen Guanlou is an exception; he actively jumped into this big dyeing vat.

From prison guard to prison clerk—a difference of one word, status, identity, and money are worlds apart.

Prison guards basically have no chance to see government officials, while prison clerks at least have a chance to show their faces in front of government officials. Just this point alone is enough to make countless people risk everything to fight for it!

Being an official is the supreme ideal!

Everything is lowly, only being an official is good!

Government official! Government official! These three words have a fatal temptation for men and women for thousands of years! Although it is only a small clerk, compared to a prison guard, it is ten times or a hundred times stronger, worth paying everything to fight for! ===== CHAPTER 13 =====

"Official! Official!" These three words held a fatal temptation for men and women across thousands of years. Even if it was just a mere minor clerk, it was ten or a hundred times better than being a prison guard; it was worth risking everything to fight for!